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Vidit-venit-vicit-the young lord has liked her for some time; on Saturday sennight, he came to my brother, and made the demand. The princess did not know him by sight, and did not dislike him when she did. She consented, so they were to be married this morning. In another account he tells us, that the young lord had been in love with Charlotte for some time, but thought so little of inflaming her, that yesterday fortnight she did not know him by sight. On that day he came and proposed himself to my brother, who, with much surprise, heard his story, but excused himself from giving an answer. He Isaid he would never force the inclinations of his children; he did not believe his daughter had any engagement or attachment, but she might have,'-cautious and benevolent papa-' he would send for her and know her mind.' But if papa's benevolence is worthy to be held up as an example in this instance, the prudence of the young lady herself is a caution. 'She was at her sister Waldegrave's, to whom, on receiving the notification, she said very sensibly, If I was but nineteen, I would refuse point blank. I do not like to be married in a week to a man I never saw. But I am two-and-twenty; some people say I am handsome; some say I am not; I believe the truth is, I am likely to be at large, and to go off soon-it is dangerous to refuse so great a match.'

Pretty close reasoning this, for a damsel who, not knowing whether to believe that she is handsome, or the reverse, artfully adds her own clause (according to her uncle's insinuation) with regard to being 'married in a week.' She was not evidently inclined to let so great a match slip' through her pretty fingers, through any ill-timed show of reluctance on her own side. Lady Huntingtower she was determined to be—and that within a week, from the time of her wooing.

'Her future lord was not at that time rich in this world's goods, and was dependent upon his father, for his limited fortune. He wrote, it would appear, to that amiable individual, offering to present him with the eight thousand pounds he was to have with his bride, if in return the Earl (Dysart) would give them one thousand in present,' (a modern son would have said, down,') and settle a jointure on her. The Earl, we are told, returned 'this truly laconic,' for being so unnatural an answer:

'Lord Huntingtower, I answer your letter as soon as I receive it. I wish you joy. I hear your wife is very accomplished.

'Yours, DYSART.'

The young Lady Huntingtower became Countess of Dysart in the course of time, and we are called upon in the later volumes to lament over her lingering illness and painful death.

Fleeting indeed is the beauty of which we acknowledge ourselves the devoted slaves; but fleeting, uncertain as it is, it is one of the powers that move the world, and as such is worthy of our attention and study.

'Beauty is nature's masterpiece,' has been well and justly observed; and in many instances we find it immortalized in the masterpieces of art. The student in this school can never complain of monotony or satiety, in any one particular style of countenance, form, or complexion. All are fair, but there is variety in every tone and in every feature; and in looking back, as we have called upon him to do, to the beauties of a bygone day, we find their identity preserved as intact, and their peculiar characteristics carefully preserved, as though we had seen them with our own eyes, and been fortunate enough to hear from their own lips the brilliant sallies which kept the world alive, in the beauty-loving days of the bachelor of Strawberry Hill.

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TO GERTRUDE.

'WAS eve; the sunset, lovely and serene,

TWAS

Bathed all the fair cloud islands of the west With such pure golden light, they well might seem The radiant gardens of the bright and blest.

I stood alone upon that silent shore,

The wide Atlantic lay at rest before me;
But rest my troubled spirit knew no more,
Amidst the racking fears and doubts that tore me.

The waves' soft murmurs seem'd to whisper 'peace,'
Yet turned the sound to dirges in mine ear;
My whole soul panted for a swift release

From dread suspense-worst of all ills we fear.

Thy missive came; I read, and knew that Fate
Had bid me give sweet Hope a long farewell;

I would not-if I could-the rest relate:

The anguish of that hour what words could tell?

The sun sank fast behind the glowing main;
Through dim eyes watching all the glory fade,
I wished it never more might rise again,

To mock the darkness which thy hand had made.

But now all that is past; such thoughts belong
To weakness-and new strength has come to me
To work-to live for others-to be strong-
This have I learn'd from love, and grief, and thee.

T. R.

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